Blog by Morgan Painter
Life is weird. The choices we have to make to navigate that weirdness are challenging. The change that follows the choices is jarring. Then we adapt and get comfy… until life starts to feel weird and the cycle begins again. That’s the thing about cycles– they’re cyclical. They’re a loop, an expansive ocean of highs and lows.
Trying to get out of both the literal barricades surrounding Notre Dame and the figurative kind comprised of police and tourists was nightmarish. Add to that chaos, a very urgent need to pee. We found a few bathrooms while power walking through the maze towards the exit, but all of these bathrooms were decorated with lengthy lines of people waiting to use them. Eventually, we found relief in a cafe across the street. Except, when I reached the bathroom stall, I was surprised to find that I had to pay to open the door…
From what I’ve heard about Paris, it was fitting that the weather we arrived to was rainy and gray. We made it to our hotel in one piece and were taken aback by the familiarity of the decor of our rooms…
Intentionally or not, I had no expectations for the ten days of travel. I suppose we can call it my subconscious guarding me from any letdowns, missteps, or emotional ambiguity. I fell in love with London in 2014 after having been there for approximately one minute. Returning this December reminded me of how intensely I love and how much love I have for England…
It’s been more than a month since I’ve created any blog material. The blockage began accumulating after the broadcast of Kavanaugh’s Senate hearing. The drop of that emotional rollercoaster reverberated echos from my memories and unearthed most of my self-doubt. My reaction to any emotional instability is consistently to loath myself. I mean, LOATH. How do…
In case you missed the first post earlier this week, make sure you read Challenging Ideas Pt. 1 before you start reading this. I mean, you don’t have to but context is definetly a concept to befriend… Here’s the second half: A few months ago, I met this guy who told me that he was…
When I got home from work last night, I was overcome with a foreign amount of energy. It could have something to do with the fact that I arrived to a piece of mail from the city and was convinced I’d been given a ticket for running a red light or something. Turns out it…
While I know I should probably be doing things differently, I don’t write these posts in advance. If I’m having feelings that I can organize, I’ll write, edit, pick out some pictures, and publish. That being said, I just wrote 700 words of a pity party for myself that I couldn’t turn into anything worth…
